He could find no work to do in the streets, and so, setting his teeth on his pride, he once more sought the stockyards and "Mr.White." It was a cold, rainy day, and he walked the entire distance.

Weak as he was from insufficient food, bad air, and his depression, he could not afford to spend one cent for car fare.
White turned out to be a very decent fellow, who knew nothing whatever of Harold's encounter with the other man.

He had no work for him, however.

He seemed genuinely regretful, and said: "As a matter of fact, I'm laying off men just now; you see the rush is pretty well over with." Harold went over to the Great Western Hotel and hung about the barroom, hoping to meet some one he knew, even though there was a certain risk of being recognized as Black Mose.

Swarms of cattlemen filled the hotel, but they were mainly from Texas and Oklahoma, and no familiar face met his searching eyes.